Her father called and asked her to go home quickly to help. This is not the time to chat here.

But Ulwara Ryuhua hindered his childhood education and could not leave without the other's permission.

——Because it is impolite behavior.

"I made you feel embarrassed." Rope smiled and stepped away.

"See you another day, Miss Urushihara."

"Yes!"

Seeing Qiyuan Liuhua continue to hurried forward, Luo Pei stroked his chin.

It’s very strange that there is no special reaction to calling "Miss", plus this posture...

After a while, Luo Pei shook his head helplessly.

"Ha. What am I thinking..."

The most secret in the world, the SCP Foundation is close at hand, and he is about to enter the organization that contains foreign objects, now is not the time to consider this.

From the farthest point of sight, Rope could already see the position of the sea clearly.

Chapter 8 The Devil on the Deserted Island, Unexpected Invitation

On the isolated island where the SCP Foundation branch is located, a very small number of soldiers have just received a new round of material delivery.

It may be the reason for the arrival of SCP-682. Most of the soldiers in the military bases on the island have left their posts and went underground to assist the researchers in security work. In all aspects, they will even spare their lives to prevent SCP-682 from stopping forever. Try to escape.

This made the entire island instantly empty.

The small port where the cargo was shipped was responsible for guarding the two soldiers when they entered the break time. They sat on the high platform, holding the cigarettes that came from the cargo in their hands, and relaxed themselves comfortably.

"To be honest, I don't want to serve here at all."

One of the soldiers with a helmet opened the chatterbox, spitting out bitter water.

"Although the salary is the same as in Europe, this place is too desolate, not to mention women, even this." He raised the cigarette in his hand, "all have to "steal" at the risk of eating punishment. "

"No one will come here on his own will."

The other soldier shrugged.

"But an order is an order. You can't do anything but accept it. Maybe think about it another way, we are all heroes who prevent the destruction of the world."

"Hero?" The soldier in the helmet sneered.

"When the big lizard in the ground breaks free again, it will be us "heroes" who die first. And it's worthless, not even a medal of honor will be issued to you. "

"How do you know it will break free again? I have been underground once, where the protection level is. I just glanced at it and broke into a cold sweat. I can't imagine any existence that can escape from that kind of hell."

"You can only say that your imagination is too poor."

The soldier in the helmet sighed and threw the cigarette holder under his feet.

"My friend used to work in the shelter where the big lizard was originally located. He was also one of the personnel responsible for escorting the monster this time. I asked him and he told me that the lizard had suffered immediately after the initial escape from the shelter. A frontal nuclear strike was performed, but it still ran out with a blackened skeleton with little flesh."

"……you are serious?"

"Unfortunately, my friend is the type who can't lie. Besides, if the original shelter was okay, why would the lizard move to us?"

"..."

The companion fell silent, and the soldier in the helmet stopped talking.

He took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and stared boredly at the sea to pass the time.

Soon, as if seeing something, the soldier's expression gradually became dull, and even the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground. As if unable to believe what he was looking at, he rubbed his eyes.

——The reality has not changed.

From a distance on the blue sea, there was a handsome, tall, black-haired young man riding the waves.

The sea water is like a **** supporting it, constantly forming new waves under the feet of the young man. One step equals ten steps. In a blink of an eye, the black-haired young man has arrived not far from the port.

The soldier's companion also saw the black-haired youth and asked in disbelief.

"Hey, then... definitely not a human, right?"

"I have no idea."

The voice of the soldier in the helmet trembled. He stood up, straightened his helmet, and quickly opened the safety of the automatic rifle in his hand.

"I only know that we may be in trouble. By the way, do you have a manuscript of your last words?"

"……no."

"Ha, that's a shame, but I'm ready-the night after that lizard landed."

He raised his rifle, aimed at the dark-haired youth who had just stepped ashore, and shouted.

"Stay where you are! I'll shoot one step further!"

"..."

Rope stopped.

He looked at the two nervous Foundation soldiers and laughed.

"If I were you, I would not easily point a gun at the head of an anomalous. I am not here for you. Given your courage, I can consider keeping you alive if nothing happens."

Obviously, the black-haired young man did not exude any visual impact, but the other soldier was already terrified and couldn't even hold the gun.

-Just like the natural oppression of the food chain.

"I think this is a good idea..." he whispered pale.

"Shut up! You greedy bastard!" The soldier in the helmet said viciously, "The Foundation bullets and the holding of your gun are your own business. You can only choose one of the two!"

He has heard of SCP's dangerous containment objects, and he has seen it with his own eyes.

Except for the men in front of him who seem to understand human thinking and ways of talking, they are no different from those dangerous SCP containment objects. They are all suffocating cold feelings.

Therefore, the soldier wearing the helmet knew that he might not survive.

But before that, it did not prevent him from firing all the bullets in the gun-even if it was likely to have no effect.

Seeing that the soldiers responded with action and rejected his suggestion, Rope shook his head, and a small water polo was gathered in his right hand to continue walking forward.